Chapter 82 The Landscape Above the Werewolves

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Anton had a strange expression on his face. He had never dared to face Dumbledore.

As the greatest white wizard of this century among all the population, this one is undoubtedly extremely powerful, especially because he is also proficient in instigating mind, who knows what other means, Anton himself has a terrible apprenticeship with a black wizard experience.

He was sometimes afraid that Dumbledore would find out that he was good at the Dark Arts and kick him out of school.

Don't think it won't, counting the entire history of Hogwarts, there shouldn't be too many people who drop out of school halfway.

Anton likes Hogwarts. The learning atmosphere here is very good. There are all talents here, who speak nicely, and the professors are all doing their best. He feels that every day has a great harvest.

"It's not like George's prank invention." Dumbledore looked at him, "It can be seen that you have a deep understanding of werewolves."

Speaking of this, Anton is not sleepy.

He has never been a humble person and has never minded showing his excellence.

Struggling to get up, a magic spell flashed, and a cold feeling hit him, and he felt much more comfortable immediately.

"thanks."

Anton sat up, "I'm treating Lupine."

"Lupine?" Dumbledore's eyes were full of emotion, "I haven't seen him for a long time, he is a sensitive child, always rejecting other people's kindness, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to repay what he owed others, he was careful living."

"Lupine admires you, Professor."

"He is indeed a grateful person." Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them gently. "Although I don't need it, I just hope that he can live well."

Anton chuckled, "I'm living well now, and my initial treatment has worked."

"?" Dumbledore raised his eyelids with doubts in his eyes, "Werewolves are not a recent problem."

"Now he can freely choose the time to become a werewolf at any time of the month." Anton's face was full of pride.

This time Dumbledore was no longer that extremely indifferent look, he looked up and down at the mummy in surprise, and confirmed that it was a first-year student in his school.

"Not only that, but I'm also treating Nagini. She's about to turn into a snake completely. I've delayed this time for ten years!"

Now Dumbledore couldn't sit still anymore, his eyes became sharper.

When Nagini followed Newt to find him, he also thought of many ways, but none of them worked. In the end, the girl left Hogwarts with a look of despair, for which he often blamed himself.

"Snake-changing candy, werewolf experience candy..."

Dumbledore frowned, "It seems that Hogwarts has an amazing student."

"Can I explain my experimental process to you?" Anton looked at him expectantly. "There are many problems that need to be explored a little bit. I hope to get your help."

Dumbledore had a strange expression on his face, and the old man blinked mischievously, "Restless kid, learn potions from Snape on Saturdays and spells from Quirrell on weekends, and now you plan to ask me to help you study? What day of the week is more appropriate?"

Anton had a serious expression on his face. Of course, his face was covered with bandages and he couldn't see any expression. "Lupine and Nagini need your help!"

Loudly.

"Haha." Dumbledore stood up smiling, "Okay, have a good rest."

? ? ?

got rejected?

Anton felt a little regretful.

"Healed, come to my office, little guy who is busier than me, I am very interested in your research."

yes~

Dumbledore is gone.

Anton couldn't sleep anymore.

What to sleep to sleep, there is plenty of time to sleep when you are dead!

The light of the light and shadow notebook's magic spell flickered, and countless lines appeared in front of him, a total of four pictures.

Magic image of Nagini in human and viper states.

Magical imagery of Lupine's human and werewolf states.

Suddenly, with a thought in his heart, he enlarged the image of the werewolf's magical power, and another magical image appeared beside him.

This is a magical image of the dragon hide part of a drake.

He stared at the two images, "Why do I feel that there is an inexplicable connection between them?"

Pedro the goblin kept saying that Anton had gone astray, researching something with no future.

This old goblin who has lived for hundreds of years is well-informed and despises the view that many people think that modern spells are degenerate, "Modern spells tend to be more perfect and stable. Summarize the most suitable path."

He believes that no matter how strong the werewolf's magic resistance is, it can't change the fact that werewolves are the bottom of the wizarding world.

The upper limit of this thing is too low, and that's it.

It's better to study the Iron Armor Curse honestly and become a master of a certain spell like Fiennes (the old wizard). The Iron Armor Curse master can almost be said to be a bright road.

In Anton's words, it is an invincible hook.

But today.

Just today.

Anton saw the scenery above the werewolf ceiling!

There is an inexplicable fit between the magic image of the werewolf and the magic image of the dragon's skin!

What is this concept?

Put an airplane engine on a supercar?

He suddenly had a new idea about the hybridization of magical animals in the wizarding world. Could these species also have the same fit in some places, so that they can cross the gap between species and give birth to new species under the influence of magic power?

"I seem to have found something incredible!"

Anton murmured, his eyes blurred.

Gently stretch out your bandage-covered fingers, and click on the structure diagram with countless lines of various colors in front of you.

The image of the werewolf's magic power was continuously flipped along the key position in his point, and the internal structure was enlarged and twisted to expose it.

The finger moves horizontally, and it really fits with the magic image of the dragon skin at a certain point.

Then, the two kept flipping the package over and over again.

Anton kept looking for other matching points, "There are two more, as long as there are two, as long as you find them, you will be..."

Under the contrast of the lines of the spell recorded by the light and shadow, his eyes were never brighter than before.

...

That night, Anton welcomed two patients.

To be exact, two werewolves.

Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.

"You mean that everyone else recovered under Professor Dumbledore's spell, but you two didn't?" Anton expressed disbelief, and gently put down the cup in his hand.

"I ate seven." Draco looked frustrated, "I look so ugly now that I dare not look in the mirror."

"I ate nine." Harry glared at Draco.

The two quarreled again.

Anton twitched the corner of his mouth, and found the answer in their argument. In such an outrageous state, Harry and Draco probably stuffed candies into each other's mouths when they were fighting.

The effect of the crazy superimposed potion, even Dumbledore's 'Return to Human Shape Curse' is useless.

"You should keep quiet!" Madam Pomfrey took away the medicine cups from the three of them, and gave each of them a piece of chocolate. "Rest well, I don't want to hear you quarreling again."

When asked about his illness, Anton said that he began to itch all over his body.

"It seems that you are recovering well." Madam Pomfrey smiled gratifiedly.